Chapter 11. Whatever It Is, I'm Dead

Mellow POV

They say time flies so fast. But, to me, a minute seems like a day of lingering pain. Thunder bolts and lightening ruling at my top, agony and inferiority sinking below.

I was in the cube box before I suddenly blacked out. Waking up now, I find I’m in a new space.

The walls are an unblemished cream, yet it’s the crystal clear ceiling that catches my attention.

I don’t know how it was built. It looks like a dragon inhabits it, and the fiery paint splashed across it in the shape of many dancing swans is the creature’s proof of its wrath.

As I hear footsteps approach from the hallway, I only notice where I am.

This isn’t my home, though the design can only be a Lupin house. It isn’t Mama Tia’s either.

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